I hope that we all
Have someone up there in our brains,
That we talk to when lonely
Or scared, or angry
At a world that is savage
And requires some coaching
Like an athlete flagging
On the longest of runs.
I read a poem today, called Stanley. It was about a woman who has an imaginary boyfriend that she breaks up with. Whether or not I read it right, I don’t know, but I took it that Stanley was like her sounding board.
I felt that she was breaking up with a real man but she needed to practice with Stanley so that she didn’t feel so terrified; because knowing that you could be breaking somebody’s heart is terrifying.
It made me think of how I deal with big problems and rehearse them, because I’ve had my own Stanley for a long time. When I was going to counselling, my therapist was called Sophie, and more than a year since I last saw her, I still talk through my problems in my head – with her.
I think that everyone needs a Stanley. He is very important for our mental health and you are far from crazy if you need to take a time out and have a chat with him.